I find that my source of Happyness is from my family, mainly my brother. Jeremy makes me laugh at all of the dorky things he does just to cheer me up. He is younger than me by two years. He knows when to be a gentleman or an annoying brother.
This is a video of one of the things he does on his free time.... I call this one "The Bedroom Dummy". http://s61.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http:vid61.photobucket.com/albums/h78/celiazar_09/IMGP3256.flv
There are other instances at the dinner table where he can make a joke out of almost anything. Once, he couldn't leave the kitchen because he was staying around talking to me and my sister (Victoria). I was trying to give a recap of my day to the family, when he interrupted me. “Chel. Chel!” Then he made this weird face crinkling his nose and sticking out his upper teeth, making him look like a demented weasel. At the same time, he straightened his slouch and put his two hands next to his mouth with his middle fingers sticking out. “I’m a walrus!” he remarked stupidly in a dorky cartoon voice. Of course, Victoria and I laughed. Worried about Mom’s reaction, I looked at her.
Her face was unresponsive as my laughter softened slightly. All she did was stare at Jeremy as if he was something from space. Jeremy continued laughing and did it again facing Mom this time. Victoria and my laughter renewed helplessly as my mom said, “Oh boy. You’re so stupid.”
I tried to finish my run through my day at school, but Jeremy kept interrupting me with other idiotic things such as mimicking what I was trying to say. When I finally finished, Jeremy got up and put my dishes away. He began to wash his dishes and started to leave the kitchen.
Then Mom said, “Jeremy, come and put my dishes away.” Sort of slouching, Jeremy did as he was told. Jeremy made to leave the kitchen again but then mom said, “Put away the milk.”
This happened again several times. By the second time Jeremy started to complain. “Mom!” he remarked half laughing. “Can I leave the kitchen now?”
“No. Put away the leftovers.” Victoria and I were laughing our heads off.
When Jeremy finally got to the stairs, he said, “Finally! I’m out of the kitchen!”
“Jeremy!” Mom called. “Now what? Dang it, I’m trying to leave!”
“Do you want to stay, Jeremy?” “No."
"’Cuz if you want, I’ve got plenty of work you can do.”
“No, I don’t want to stay. I just told you. I was trying to leave the kitchen! And—shut up Chel and Vicki.”
Mom turned her head towards Victoria as Jeremy started snickering, failing to hide his smile. “It’s not funny,” she said. When she looked away, Jeremy made a 'what?-like-beef?' sort of face that only made us laugh harder.
When we finally left the kitchen, Mom was still unresponsive as she wiped the table and went to her room. I was still teasing Jeremy as we went to bed.
I also have a bad habit of hitting Jeremy when he does something that is either funny or I momentarily dislike. He takes it very well, although I know that it must hurt a lot. Often times, he says, "OWW!!" really loudly then attempts to make himself look bigger than he really is and points his index finger at my face. Then he says in a loud, commanding voice, "STOP!" If I raise my hand the slightest bit again, he says it again. And for some reason, it works and I don't hit him. Then he smiles and tells me that it does hurt and gloats, "I can make you stop at anything!!" Unfortunately, for me, I think he's right. He did that to me just recently when my parents made whip cream for home made pumpkin crunch. The serving bowl was sitting in front of me, teasing me. I used my fork to scoop up a small amount that was far away from the major portion of the whip cream on the lip of the bowl. Jeremy, who was sitting next to me, noticed. As any younger brother, he took the opportunity to chastise me in front of my mom. "Hey! You ate with that fork!" I just smirked at him and reached for the leftovers of that small portion. "Chelll !!"// I continued reaching for the whip cream looking at my mom, who was watching but didn't say anything. I was two centimeters from scooping up the rest of the glob when Jeremy said, "STOP!" in the same tone of voice he uses when I'm about to hit him in play. I held my fork where it was for a moment, then gave up on it. I looked at my mom as I twirled my fork (another one of my habits) and said pathetically, "He knows how to control me..." Jeremy just snickered. My mom made her eyes wide and nodded her head in sarcastic disbelief.
This is a video of one of the things he does on his free time.... I call this one "The Bedroom Dummy".
http://s61.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http:vid61.photobucket.com/albums/h78/celiazar_09/IMGP3256.flv
There are other instances at the dinner table where he can make a joke out of almost anything. Once, he couldn't leave the kitchen because he was staying around talking to me and my sister (Victoria). I was trying to give a recap of my day to the family, when he interrupted me. “Chel. Chel!” Then he made this weird face crinkling his nose and sticking out his upper teeth, making him look like a demented weasel. At the same time, he straightened his slouch and put his two hands next to his mouth with his middle fingers sticking out. “I’m a walrus!” he remarked stupidly in a dorky cartoon voice. Of course, Victoria and I laughed. Worried about Mom’s reaction, I looked at her.
Her face was unresponsive as my laughter softened slightly. All she did was stare at Jeremy as if he was something from space. Jeremy continued laughing and did it again facing Mom this time. Victoria and my laughter renewed helplessly as my mom said, “Oh boy. You’re so stupid.”
I tried to finish my run through my day at school, but Jeremy kept interrupting me with other idiotic things such as mimicking what I was trying to say. When I finally finished, Jeremy got up and put my dishes away. He began to wash his dishes and started to leave the kitchen.
Then Mom said, “Jeremy, come and put my dishes away.” Sort of slouching, Jeremy did as he was told. Jeremy made to leave the kitchen again but then mom said, “Put away the milk.”
This happened again several times. By the second time Jeremy started to complain. “Mom!” he remarked half laughing. “Can I leave the kitchen now?”
“No. Put away the leftovers.” Victoria and I were laughing our heads off.
When Jeremy finally got to the stairs, he said, “Finally! I’m out of the kitchen!”
“Jeremy!” Mom called.
“Now what? Dang it, I’m trying to leave!”
“Do you want to stay, Jeremy?”
“No."
"’Cuz if you want, I’ve got plenty of work you can do.”
“No, I don’t want to stay. I just told you. I was trying to leave the kitchen! And—shut up Chel and Vicki.”
Mom turned her head towards Victoria as Jeremy started snickering, failing to hide his smile. “It’s not funny,” she said. When she looked away, Jeremy made a 'what?-like-beef?' sort of face that only made us laugh harder.
When we finally left the kitchen, Mom was still unresponsive as she wiped the table and went to her room. I was still teasing Jeremy as we went to bed.
I also have a bad habit of hitting Jeremy when he does something that is either funny or I momentarily dislike. He takes it very well, although I know that it must hurt a lot. Often times, he says, "OWW!!" really loudly then attempts to make himself look bigger than he really is and points his index finger at my face. Then he says in a loud, commanding voice, "STOP!" If I raise my hand the slightest bit again, he says it again. And for some reason, it works and I don't hit him. Then he smiles and tells me that it does hurt and gloats, "I can make you stop at anything!!" Unfortunately, for me, I think he's right. He did that to me just recently when my parents made whip cream for home made pumpkin crunch. The serving bowl was sitting in front of me, teasing me. I used my fork to scoop up a small amount that was far away from the major portion of the whip cream on the lip of the bowl. Jeremy, who was sitting next to me, noticed. As any younger brother, he took the opportunity to chastise me in front of my mom. "Hey! You ate with that fork!" I just smirked at him and reached for the leftovers of that small portion. "Chelll !!"// I continued reaching for the whip cream looking at my mom, who was watching but didn't say anything. I was two centimeters from scooping up the rest of the glob when Jeremy said, "STOP!" in the same tone of voice he uses when I'm about to hit him in play. I held my fork where it was for a moment, then gave up on it. I looked at my mom as I twirled my fork (another one of my habits) and said pathetically, "He knows how to control me..." Jeremy just snickered. My mom made her eyes wide and nodded her head in sarcastic disbelief.